Sunbursts

A wintry sun blinks in and out. A clock shaped like a sunburst tic-toc's late, Saturday lolls in grungy time zones. Out in the hurrying scurry dragging half a poem around head down inside a thought. Menace barks behind a chicken-wire fence. Mind is somewhere on a green hill semaphoring ideas to frontal lobes and other matters. Words come together on a parade-ground. Pitbull's fall silent pondering news broadcast from windblown graffiti. The sun tics an eye then bursts out of sight, later a flat laptop will open its mouth to speak.